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One more photo of Hannah and Dante. Taken from her scrapbook that she left in the studio. It really captures the essence of their lifelong relationship. Maybe we underestimate how lovable half-siblings can be.
I've noticed that my thoughts are becoming clearer and more interesting lately. I'm not sure how to explain this. It's a little like coming to the end of digging a long tunnel. Bits of light can be seen through the dark earth. And the shoveling gets easier.
Answers to big, even the biggest, questions can eventually occur. After a lot of work, searching, studying, meditating . . .
It might be due to putting in the effort. Even for years. Sometimes. That's how it is with me, but I don't imagine it's particularly that way for others. Yet, I do have my eureka moments. More than one, actually.
Here's the thing: we really are different. Similar but necessarily different. You may be vastly more intelligent than me. The difference between a skyscraper and a thimble. But your towering understanding cannot grasp all of me. Something will elude you. Something is forever beyond you, and your massive world of knowledge. I am your limit.